Hope though once grasped,
Slips through numb fingers,
And flies to some above,
Forlorn I,
Still have no answers,
They flew with hope,
To the grey beyond,
Foolish I,
Thought I knew questions,
That were merely lies,
And the light slipped away,
Godless I,
Sink back into my grave,
To dream within the dust,
A grim, dry regret, now,
Revenant I,
Shall linger ever on....








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